They keep kissing like that for a while-- at the first hint of Adora leaning back, Catra recaptures her with her lips, and Adora repays her in kind. They hardly get the chance to breathe this way, sneaking in quick little inhales with whispered "I love you"s before the kiss swallows them back up again. And because both of them are stupidly stubborn and neither one wants to let go, they're only willing to break up the kiss when they're totally, utterly breathless.

Adora's eyes are heavy and her lungs strain, and she's certain she's never felt more content in her life.

"We should... actually sleep, probably," she says in a raspy murmur, aptly punctuated by a yawn. Even now that they've pulled away, their faces are so close that she can feel her own breath bounce off Catra's lips when she speaks. "Even though I really like kissing you."